Till swollen with cunning, of a self-conceit,
His waxen wings did mount above his reach,
And, melting, heavens conspir'd his overthrow;
For, falling to a devilish exercise,
And glutted now with learning's golden gifts,
He surfeits upon cursed necromancy;
Nothing so sweet as magic is to him,
Which he prefers before his chiefest bliss:
And this the man that in his study sits.
: Dr. Faustus (Marlowe)

Thursday, January 17, 2008

resurrection...or is it?

The burgeoning of an idea seems so very momentous to the generator that he/she gets carried away in the multiple variants of its expression and implementation. There is never the thought that it might just be a personal matter. People wash it, cook it, clean it, bake it, fry it, ornament it and put it out to dry where the winds of the rest of the human minds may see it, touch it, sense it, feel it, taste it, smell it and revel in it…or just as well criticize and pan it.

Well an idea is just that. There is nothing original, momentous or extraordinary about it. Everyone has them. Everyone constructs them. Everyone discards them. There’s nothing grand about having one of them, a million of them or having none at all. It’s all very simple. Life is just the way it is. Each day merges into each night, which in turn merges into the next morning.

We strive so hard to make ourselves indispensable to the ones we love, to the ones we aid, to the ones at our mercy, to the ones whose mercy we rely on, to every goddamn person, thing or event we think is of value. It is all in vain. There is no place for immortality. We can’t live on in the lives of our children… they can’t search for meaning in our lives, or even answers. We each seek our own answers. What we need are the really good questions… Or are they just fanciful ideas?

13 comments:

Anonymous
said...

infanticide..the deplorable act of killing at birth...jettisoning an idea is not unlike that...an idea is a fusion...a process, not an event...we gotta keep it in the cranial womb till it germinates, we gotta let it wail, kick about, and open its eyes...feed it...nurture it, wash it, drape it...hold its tiny hands till it learns to walk...discipline it into a full grown act...so that it becomes a prime mover to the next in line...turns into an immortal force...at least so long one lives...it is the only immortality possible...our only valid claim...

Wow!!! Now you are thinking positively to solve three of our greatest problems.....water crisis, over population and original ideas..... Great progress in a short time...and don't pay me compliments...I know my positivity is contagious.

Concieted ??? ... or conceited... I’ll take it for your nervousness ...Well...As you know in our society a person is reared in a way that compels him to make his self concept and world view on the basis of the reactions of others (however personally motivated they may be) and if he tries to make it on the basis of his self perception and experiences (however close to realty they may be) he risks to face admonition, scolding, rebuke, censure, ostracism, persecution and in worst cases annihilation. (and sometimes being fondly called conceited little fellow!!). I was, I’m and I’ll always be ready to face any of the above risks to know precisely what is under my skin. What about you??